Poem -

Bad Day

Bad Day

Black Eye
shitted in my 
Pants
Humiliated
By brass
Could be
A
Chapter
From my
Childhood
Or
A
Bookmark
From
Today

Bad days
Are
Like
Some
God awful
Virus
It spreads
Throughout
The morning
and bleeds into
the
Evening
With
Peace
no where
in
Sight
Until
You
Rest your weary
Head

Thank Jesus
For Tomorrows
because
They are
Our hope
That something
Better
Awaits.....
 

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Tony Taylor

An imagist style in modern form!!......a VERY striking offering of hope morphing into what religion refers to as Faith!!.......I really like the blatant use of phrasing which manifests as the powerful nature of truth when you spend a little time contemplating it!!......ALL STARS & PINNED!!....... well done dear poet brother!!!........LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo. : )

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Icarus Flocke

agreed with brother taylor man, its like reading imagist
works that are or will be modern day classics when society
wakes up enough to get it.

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Marion Price

Completely identified with the words you have written Greg...good stuff 🌹🌹

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